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A  strangled  snarl  rumbled  in  his  throat ,  glaring  daggers  as  he  struggled  under  the  others  weight .  The  strain  on  his  neck  wasn’t  painful ,  not  yet ,  but  the  force  was  starting  to  sting .  ‘  The  fuck  are  you  gonna  do  about  it ?  ’  He  mouthed ,  not  fond  of  the  idea  of  giving  Xehanort  the  satisfaction  of  hearing  his  choked  voice .  He  attempted  to  hit  again ,  thrusting  his  knee  up  into  his  crotch . ‘  I  said  get  off !  ’

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      He wasn’t exactly hiding from Xehanort, but he wasn’t entirely hanging around him either. Sora was just.... avoiding him as much as he could. He planned on having a quick snack in the kitchen before returning to his room, but it seemed he stayed too long as Xehanort entered before he finished eating. Great.

      “...Hey,” Sora said flatly, keeping his attention on his meal. “There’s leftovers in the fridge. I think there’s some sea bass left, unless Vanitas ate the rest of it.” Ugh, he felt so stiff and tense. Why did Xehanort have to come back?

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@nortreport The tossing of the waves was calming. Water hitting and breaking against the rocks below. Beating a little more away with each passing touch of the sea. He sat on the open windowsill to the study, gazing out into the night. The smell of salt high on the breeze, the soft roll of thunder in the distance. “You came from that tropical island,” he started, letting his head thump lightly against the wooden frame, a light smirk tossed to the silver haired youth. “Remind me again why you had to pick such a dump to shack up in.”

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Saïx knew that he should have felt more distressed when the black swathe of cloth folded over his eyes. Since joining the Organization, he had learned that any sort of vulnerability could mean an instantaneous death, and from a young age he had struggled to master every ounce of strength he could muster. And while he had succeeded in his training, there was a shrill warning of danger that permeated the air, urging him to take command of his other senses. 

But before he could decide what action to take, he felt foreign lips press themselves against his own in a kiss that was as quick and sharp as a dagger’s bite. 

“You presume too much,” Saïx said, his voice a low, stoic murmur. “Remove yourself… or I will be forced to take action for you.” 

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“Saix nearly passed out, complaining about his everything. I myself often develop a headache… it doesn’t bother Xigbar in the least, nor Xemnas or Ansem. I believe those fully willing tend to have no negative side effects, while those who oppose tend to suffer. …you know, there’s only one way to know for sure.” he grins, pleased but far too much so. 

“I’m sure my elder would love to see you, anyways. What do you say…? A briefly little experiment, to satiate my curiosity…?” a small tilt of his head, and he seems in a terribly good mood.

      [✗] Ah, yes. Sora didn’t miss that feeling of dread running through his veins. Skin turning to ice and the hair standing up on the back of his neck. Lips forming a frown in response to Xehanort oh-so pleased smile. Something was up, something had to be up. Otherwise Xehanort wouldn’t want to be dragging him off to see Geezernort-- something he knew Sora wanted to avoid.

      “Well if those who oppose suffer... then we can assume I’ll suffer when I’m around him. Look, Xehanort, I really don’t wanna go see him. I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I’d love to help out your little experiment, but I don’t think this is a good idea. Can’t you trust me on this? ... Please?”